Someone is making his way;
Doing the best he can everyday;
To find his one great love someday.
Someone is standing on a hill;
Even when the air is full of chill;
Praying for her heart to heal.
Soon, both will find their way;
To the path of love one day,
Where they will rejoice and say,
They've found a great love in this vast Milky Way.
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